The Reluctant Groom

I am unabashedly in love with my boyfriend, but I hate the word boyfriend. We've been together three years and are certainly no longer children. We are 27 this year and have reached the point in our relationship where our plans for the future are going to have to align whether we're he's ready for that or not. He knows that...mostly because I tell him that. A lot.

I know how that sounds. I have said before that some people are just too obsessed with the idea of a wedding to think about the import of the decision to inextricably (and legally) link two lives and two hearts together for the intended breadth of their forevers. I have already come to terms with the import of that decision (umm...some years ago, now), so I get to be obsessed with the idea of a wedding. I have a Pinterest wedding board and I am not afraid to use it!!

Men are afraid of commitment. Right? Please back me up on this. Please tell me that someone else's beloved has been a wholehearted and loving participant in their relationship, but has also viewed the thought of buying a tiny diamond about as eagerly as having a root canal...without Novocaine.

Seriously. I know that some of you have gotten to the starting gate way ahead of your boyfriends/fiances/husbands and have had to play the waiting game until he could catch up. That's what I'm doing here. Fully entrenched in the waiting game, tugging willfully on the rope around my intendeds heart wallet freedom and entirely convinced that the return on investment for all of my hard work will be a life filled to bursting with love and happiness, here I am.